"That wasn't supposed to be there, my bad." He gave a nervous chuckle before swiping the blood bag off the table. Him being a vampire wasn't a secret between the two of you and while it wasn't taboo, it wasn't something you had found him eager to talk about. The only information you'd been able to coax out of him was that when he was younger, one of his dad's old enemies had attacked him while he was outside playing, he'd nearly been killed and sometimes he wished he had been. Though he kept that part to himself. Because of the old enemy's nature being akin to a vampire but technically being demonic, certain aspects of the affliction had only surfaced after he'd activated his Devil Trigger for the first time, so when he was around 19. Rules like keeping out of the sunlight, not crossing running water and needing to count things were permanent parts of the curse, but feeding on blood seemed to rise and fall in terms of intensity depending on how much or how often he used his Devil Trigger. One thing that had always managed to make you laugh though was that when startled, he tended to turn into a small, squeaking bat.

A small patch of candles sat on the coffee table along with a vase of seemingly fresh flowers and a box of chocolates seated next to a steak he'd tried to cook. The only elegant glass in the house sat filled with a wine he thought you'd enjoy, a pile of blankets sat on the couch with a small collection of throw pillows on either side in an attempt to give you options on how you wanted to sit. He went to reach for your hand but seemed to hesitate and eventually decided against it as his expression twitched to a self conscious one based on the fact that his skin was colder than the average humans and he wasn't keen on making you shiver. "D'you like it?" Was what he eventually asked after standing in an anxious silence for a few moments, shifting from one foot to the other as he debated preemptively scolding himself